The merchandise hasn't arrived So we ask the people behind the counter If they can make a rubberstamp For the stack of invoices up to my nostrils We don't want this miser of quiet seesaw Fluorescence to come xeroxing the pervy know-nothing Visible world
It happens that way to us, it's like radio Was a kind of soda and mementos Proofread your arg arg arg
That's the fee season I want to play calamine lotion in, The white-faced resuscitation order I carve into the side of an ice World Trade
Now I lie down on the ironing board, Now I shop for overspecific appliances I am horrified to have gone back into the abbatoir To find my keys, Buddha, what the fuck?
The falcon summons me to a cholesterol screening
I demand to see the presiding officer's molars
Names don't worry thin Binky except when he's opening his eyes And when that alien light shines under the doors He can kiss Duane Reade's ass With a footnote explaining to the aliens what a Duane Reade is
Binky, close your eyes
What are you doing here, Binky?
Corniness comes from centralized power structures Take for example Malachi McCourt The trees were knocked down twenty miles away The force of Frank McCourt is ten times that
Now I'm tired and will rest on the divan With a diva